Fan the Flames [Raid Meeting]

She had to admit, she was getting old. Oh, she still moved with her customary grace, but it came with a lot of stretching and “elder’s medication” courtesy of her daughter, as well as Eramaya and Legacy. But she was still keen to participate in this raid her son had brought up over dinner.

She’d already decided it would likely be her last hurrah before she retired to a mentor’s role to the pack. So, she, like several of the pack who’d been made aware of the impending battle, had spent her time cleaning and repairing her armor, sharpening the claws on her bracers, and moving through a series of long stretches to work the kinks out of her muscles and joints.

Finally, before donning the armor, she took the time to liberally roll in the pile of charcoal and soot in the fire chamber until her brilliant white fur’s glow was dimmed to nearly nothing by the black. She looked like a completely different wolf in color, but it would wear off, especially during the raid itself.

She loped across the plains to the gathering clearing, paws still light, even if she’d be laid up for a few days after all was said and done, even if she somehow avoided actual injury.

The former Queen came to a stop and settled, smiling up at her son and Cairo before she turned to watch for more warriors and the healers that would likely brief them on where healing camp would be.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think